When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

“If you were dead, I’d feel it. What happened?”

I told him. Not the blow-by-blow. He’d already seen it. Somebody had sent him the clip, which meant my small humiliation had reached even the corners of his world.

I expected him to lecture me about being careful online. I expected him to say something like, This is why you don’t get involved.

Instead, continue reading …